A Line in the Sand!!!

No, I’m not challenging you.  I am challenging me.  The challenge is to learn to write about the routine good or fun things that are part of my life.

My introduction to blogging came at the worst of times. I cut my teeth writing about medical diagnoses, physical pain, medications and treatment plans.  As I became more comfortable at the keyboard I started to include some of the personal experience or emotions I faced helping the love of my life battle to see one more sunrise.

Lori and I did about 300 of those during the next three years.  It was somewhat routine, but it wasn’t about good things or fun things.  Maybe that style became a habit.

Still under the heading of the original blog, “Mom Life Cancer”, I did a short series on the forty something years Sharyl and I spent together before cancer.  I think I would enjoy doing that now.  At the time I did it nothing was fun.  I think those of you who read it enjoyed it and the therapeutic benefit I received was valuable.

I took a short break and about a year and a half ago I started this thing I call “Random Thoughts”.  I thought I just had a writing habit and needed to write.  In retrospect I realize I hadn’t even scratched the surface of the grieving process.  Most of the early stuff I wrote was from deep within the heart.  I think sharing it with you through this old keyboard was my way of dealing with the grief.  If I didn’t write it might still be down there. Thanks again for listening.

I have written about shopping carts and cream gravy and dogs named blue and some other very random stuff.  But I still have a habit of writing about the not so good days.  I can have four good ones and one bad one and the blog will center on the bad one.

I owe it to my old friends, new friends, close family and extended family that have helped me get better, maybe not good yet, but better. I need to share my thoughts on the fun things that are again part of my life.

I’m not planning to start a daily journal.  I’m not going to tell you I changed my oil, cut the grass and did some laundry today and tomorrow I get to buy groceries and wash the car.

I’m going to tell you I spent a little time with some of those extended family members one of them is a precious 89 year-old.  She had just come in from four hours on the lake.  We had some Red Velvet cake and sugar free ice cream and some conversation.  I think she was ready for me to go so she could get back on the water.

I’m going to tell you about spending a couple hours on the water alone.  I didn’t catch any fish but I had a heck of a good time and I fully expect to catch some fish next time I go.

I’m going to tell you about a trip to a fast food place with one of those new friends.  We just wanted a salad.  If you are wondering, some fast food places make a pretty good salad.  It is one of those “you had to be there” deals so I won’t give you details; just believe me when I say it has been a while since I have participated in that kind of fiasco.  It has probably been even longer since I have had that kind of a belly laugh. I had forgotten there are two kinds of tears and how good tears of laughter feel.  We did manage to get out of the place without embarrassing ourselves.  I don’t think the staff even knew there was a fiasco.

I think those last three paragraphs were a step in the right direction.  Maybe I can meet that challenge.

This is the third consecutive night I have pounded the keyboard.  I probably need to give the thing a break but I will be back.

Thanks for all you do and please say a prayer.

Good Night and God Bless.

Dave

 

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4 thoughts on “A Line in the Sand!!!

  1. I need to tell you how proud I am of an old friend from Macomb.. This man took care of his wife, indeed in sickness and health, and grew along the way. When she died, he could have curled up in a fetal position, but he strove to make life a thriving proposition and be an example for his kids who needed him to thrive. We always say “the best lessons are learned because of how someone else lived”. Words don’t count, actions do. Another horrific blow hit the family and he still held it together in spite of the pain. I am sure, Dave, that the example you have given your family will last until at least 2 more generations….passed down family lore about the goodness of my granddad. Not a bad legacy. Especially, from the home boy from red neck country.

    I think you should write what you feel. I think you should vent when you need to vent. It is always good for those of us who live away from you, to know that there are the good days.

    Recently, I was at a dinner in the ballroom and my friend Shirley and I got so tickled about something that I laughed until tears rolled down my face. It hit me then that I had not laughed that well since my friend Ken died. He kept me laughing all of the time and then we went through my sister’s illness and death. It felt so good to laugh like I used to laugh. I’m hoping
    that in the near future that returns to my life.

    I don’t know about you, but I am steering clear of all the terminally ill except myself. I don’t think I can go through that in the near future…

    Keep on trucking….

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